I met Sarah at a house party, her tight little body in a short black dress that showed off every curve. We’d been fucking for a couple months, and she was always down for anything. That night the place was packed, music loud, lights low. Sarah got drunk fast and pulled me into a bedroom at the back, whispering she wanted my cock right then. I locked the door, stripped her down, and bent her over the bed. Her pussy was already soaked when I shoved two fingers in, working her open while she moaned into the sheets.
I dropped my pants and lined up my thick cock, slamming into her in one hard thrust. She gasped and pushed back, taking every inch. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the wet slap of skin filling the room. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” I growled, driving deeper. She whimpered something that sounded like my name but it was muffled. I reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her walls squeeze me tighter.
We switched positions fast. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and buried my face between her thighs first, licking and sucking her swollen clit until she came hard, thighs shaking around my head. Then I climbed up, shoved my cock back inside her dripping hole, and fucked her like I was trying to break the bed. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.
I was getting close, balls tight, that familiar pressure building fast. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” I grunted, pounding harder. She nodded wildly, legs locked around my waist. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her pussy. Pulse after pulse, filling her up until it started leaking out around my cock. She moaned and came again, milking me dry.
I pulled out and collapsed beside her, breathing heavy. That’s when the light from the hallway spilled in as the door cracked open. Sarah stood there in the doorway, eyes wide, holding two beers. “What the fuck?” she said.
The girl on the bed sat up. It wasn’t Sarah. It was her friend Jess, the one with the similar build and long dark hair. Same height, same curves, but different face. In the pitch-black room I’d grabbed the wrong girl. Jess looked at me, then at the cum already dripping down her inner thighs, and grinned.
Sarah just laughed after the initial shock wore off. “You really fucked the wrong girl?” she said, stepping inside and closing the door. Instead of getting mad she stripped off her dress and climbed onto the bed. “Well, since you already filled her up, maybe I should get my turn too.”
Jess reached for my cock, still slick with cum and her juices, and started stroking it back to life. “Don’t stop now,” she said, voice low and dirty. “I want more of that load.” I was hard again in seconds. Sarah pushed Jess onto her back, spread her legs, and licked my cum right out of her friend’s pussy while I watched. Then Sarah climbed on top, sinking down onto my cock while Jess straddled my face.
I ate Jess out while Sarah rode me, both girls moaning and grinding. Jess came on my tongue, flooding my mouth. Sarah bounced harder, her pussy clenching. When I was ready to blow again I flipped them both over, lined up with Sarah first and pumped another load deep inside her. Then I pulled out and slammed into Jess one more time, adding a second creampie to the first. Cum overflowed from both of them, running down their asses onto the sheets.
We kept going until the sun came up. No one left that room unsatisfied. The wrong girl turned out to be the right kind of trouble, and we all agreed the mix-up was the best part.
